Incurable Chapter 1

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Ah~ i really love the plot of this novel~

June, the rainy season was ahead.

Under the dark sky, the dripping rain created a gloomy atmosphere. The raindrops rush down, and soon the dry ground is wet.

On the wet ground, the wheels of the car skidded rapidly, splashing a string of droplets, accompanied by the anxious cry of the patients' families and doctors.

Mu Yan holds an umbrella and carries a box of hot porridge. The heat from the porridge emits through the box, dispelling the gloomy coldness in the busy hospital hall.

"I'm here. What floor are you on?” Mu Yan closed her umbrella and walked across the crowd towards the elevator.

On the phone, Lin Wei said the floor number and ward number, Mu Yan presser the elevator b.u.t.ton. It had just ascended to the 12th floor, and there was still some time to come down.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and traffic accidents are p.r.o.ne to occur on rainy days.

The patient's painful moans and chants, the cries of family members and the voices of doctors and nurses were mixed together, and a lively and sad hubbub broke out in the hall.

Lin Wei was still talking about something, while Mu Yan answered quietly, and her eyes followed a patient into the noisy and busy ward nearby.

This ward was very large, and the thick iron door was open. There were people running back and forth in it.

Mu Yan took a few glances. The depression inside made her feel a little uncomfortable. As soon as she saw it, she was ready to wait for the elevator. At the moment of withdrawal, her eyes fixed in a certain direction.

In the chaotic ward, there was a quiet place where two men and women with bandages stood in front of a hospital bed. On the bed layed a b.l.o.o.d.y boy, his eyes closed, his pale blue face lifeless.

On the other side of the bed stood a doctor and a nurse, who was not treating the boy. The nurse looked down and her eyes were a little red. The male doctor next to her bends slightly and holds the boy's hand mixed with blood and mud.

The doctor's appearance is striking, with high eyebrows, clear eyes, straight nose and thin lips. He gave of a feeling like bamboo leaves washed away by rain, hidden in a dense bamboo forests, but the leaves were nonetheless clear and delicate.

He emitted a detached temperament, as of the sole shelter although he was in the epicentre of chaos and like a remote mountain independent of vulgarity of the world, absolutely n.o.ble and in solitude.

He held the boy's hand, and the cuffs of his white coat were stained with a little or two blood and gradually dizzying. He didn't care. His long fingers wrapped the boy's hands and his face was calm.

Just then, the depression eased slightly, Mu Yan's eyelids blinked and she remembered a memory from a few years back.

In the waiting room of a railway station, a pa.s.senger died suddenly. There was a monk who held the pa.s.senger who died suddenly in this way, and performed ceremonies for his soul to ascend.

There was no lack of death in the hospital, but when the doctor released the boy's hand, took the white cloth to wipe the top of the boy's head, and the men and women beside him cried out sadly, Mu Yan's heart slightly chilled.

At the same time, the doctor seemed to be aware of her presence and looked up.

His eyes were quiet and deep, sweeping gently, like a bamboo forest wind sweeping through her heart. Mu Yan was a little stunned and regained her composure.

The elevator “dings” sounded loudly, arriving on the first floor, Mu Yan raised her eyes and scanned the words “emergency room” above the sweeping ward, and asked Lin Wei a sentence.

"Are you in the emergency room upstairs?”

"What emergency room? Which building are you in?”

"The one right in front of the hospital gate.”

"That's the Emergency Building! I'm in the inpatient department!”

“…”

When she arrived at Lin Wei's ward, Mu Yan put aside her umbrella, and Lin Wei had already spread out a small table for dinner. She had just had her appendix cut two days ago and could only eat liquid food. When Mu Yan was still filming in other places, she cried out that the plain congee in the hospital was unsatisfactory. Mu Yan returned to Xia Cheng after filming. After putting down her luggage, she went to Xu Ji Congee Shop to buy congee and came to see her.

"How do you feel? Does it still hurt?" Mu Yan laid out bowls and chopsticks for Lin Wei and pulled a chair to sit down.

She had just returned from W city, where there was no rain and was still hot, so she only wore a black T and white shorts. When sitting down, her legs overlap and her posture was relaxed and languid.

Mu Yan was an 18-Tier actress with beautiful appearance, oval face, beautiful nose, red lips, small chin, dark and clear eyes, charming but not sultry. She was 1.7 meters tall, with long legs, slender waist, b.r.e.a.s.t.s and b.u.t.tocks, well-proportioned and slim but not too thin, all round perfect figure.

She had a wild look, with the gorgeousness of a Hong Kong-style actress in the 1980s. And this kind of gorgeous, elegant and not vulgar, permeated the high-level mountains.

"As long as the wound doesn't pull, it doesn't hurt.” Lin Wei ate the porridge, and some hot mouth. After eating, she took a look at Mu Wan. Mu Yan was looking at the window. She didn't know what she was thinking.

“What are you thinking?” Lin Wei waved a spoon in front of Mu Yan's eyes.

It's raining less outside the window, and there were heavy raindrops gathering on the edge of the window, rolling over the window, leaving a crying water mark, like the doctors coming and going back and forth in the emergency room.

“Just when I was waiting for the elevator, I saw a doctor who seemed to be performing prayers on a dead boy.” Mu Yan looked back and told Lin Wei about seeing the male doctor in the emergency room.

Doctor is there to save people, to bring people back from the precipice of death, but to perform prayers on a dead person, seems to contradict the first two.

However, Lin Wei was not surprised. Her eyes lit up and she asked Mu Yan, “Doctor Liu is very handsome right?”

"You know him then, indeed he's very handsome.” Mu Yan smiled and recalled the male doctor's face at that time. It was very gentle, but it made a deep impression, especially the look she had seen on his face.

"Surgical Dr. Liu Qianxiu, nicknamed Liu Dao Chang (TN: Dao Chang = Taoist priest), is the hope of all female groups in Tanger Hospital.” Lin Wei was sent to the emergency room by her colleagues a few days ago. It was Liu Qianxiu who diagnosed her.

It was so painful at that time, but after operation, she took the nurse's hand and asked question.

Taoist Priest Liu, the nickname is quite distinctive. Mu Yan leaned back in her chair and asked, “Why does he have such a nickname?”

"He believes in Taoism. I heard that he would take four days off every month to go to a Taoist temple for a retreat. If there is a patient who could not be saved in the emergency room, he will perform prayers for it. But his personality is very cold, and has almost no contact with others, as if he has no seven emotions and six sensory desires, like a Daoist Immortal."

At this point, Mu Yan's first impression of Liu Qianxiu is vivid in her mind. No wonder she felt that he was free from the vulgarities of the world and possessed an immortal presence, turns out he had such a religious legacy.

“All Taoists should be like this. Pure-minded and devoted to cultivation, so that they can become immortals.” After speaking this, Mu Yan did not go on talking, after all, it is not very good to talk about others behind their backs. She had a good impression of Liu Qianxiu. She felt that his whole person was washed very clean. As a doctor, he rescues patients, as a monk, he performs prayers for dead patients, whether it is useful or not, it can give comfort and peace of mind to the family members of the deceased.

"But Liu Qianxiu his family name is a little familiar?” Mu Yan looked at Lin Wei Dao.

"Liu Qianxiu is the name of the head of the Liu family in Chun City's SiShao.” Lin Wei is always well-informed. She ladled porridge with a spoon and said, “But it should be renamed. The head of the Liu family manages the family's daily affairs. How can he come to a hospital to be a doctor? How much money can a doctor make?”

"Maybe people don't need money to want to save people and give them spiritual salvation?” After Mu Yan finished, Lin Wei turned her head and her white eyes gave her a look that she could feel trying to penetrate through her. Mu Yan smiled.

She accompanied Lin Wei until the rain stopped and Mu Yan took the umbrella and walked out of the hospital building. Today, the rain has been raining for two days, and the hot and humid air is gone. As soon as she went out, the cool wind blew through after the rain, which brought some coldness.

Dark shadows had already appeared, the lights were bright in all the buildings of the hospital, the water on the ground reflected the lights. Mu Yan found her car and opened the door.

As soon as she got in the car, her mobile phone sounded a reminder, and the screen lit up her face. After Mu Yan unlocked it, she saw the bank transfer notice, which was the remuneration of her play.

Mu Yan chose to study acting at the Film Academy because the money for filming was fast. Even if she does not compete for roles, playing such small roles is enough to support her.

She had no father since childhood and lived in the Mu family with her mother. Later, her mother died, and after graduating from high school, Mu Yan moved out of the Mu family. She's now a lonely woman, lurking in the shadows, signing up in a small company and playing small roles that n.o.body notices. One person can eat one's full, and is not hungry.

In fact, this kind of life is also very good, a play is not only the protagonist, supporting roles are the norm for most actors.

She's probably the least ambitious actor in the entertainment industry.

After thanking the company, Mu Yan put her mobile phone aside and prepared to start the car. She stepped on the clutch under her feet, but before she pressed the ignition b.u.t.ton, she heard the m.u.f.fled sound of the window gla.s.s being knocked on.

Outside the dark window stood a man, whose silhouette reflected on the window was thin and straight, and his face could not be seen clearly. Mu Yan stopped starting and opened the window.The black windows gradually fell, like a play gradually drawing the curtain.

Outside the window, the man has taken off his white coat getting rid of the elite air, making him seem more like an immortal. The linen shirt, wide and comfortable, was particularly stylish for him. He had a long folded umbrella in his hand. On the black handle of the umbrella, his fingers were long and bony.

The sky was covered with a thin dark shadow, under which his pale white skin seemed to glow. He was close but also looked far beyond reach, especially those eyes.

Dark and bright, deep as pond but not bottomless.

When Mu Yan opened the window, he still looked quiet and calm, pointing to the car.

"Wait a minute. There's a cat under the car.”

The sound of his voice was like a clear spring, deep and cool.

It's Taoist Priest Liu

Liu Qianxiu's talking room had already come to the back of the car. There was a rustle. Mu Yan put his wrist on the window frame and looked at the rearview mirror obliquely.

In the small rearview mirror, the man bent down his slender legs and squatted half-way. He took a biscuit-like snack in his right hand. The contour of his side face was dim and clear under the shadow, like an untouched watercolor painting.

Looking under the rear wheel tyre, Liu Qianxiu's voice was calm and his voice was warm as he called out, “Come here.”

In the narrow rearview mirror picture, a cat came out from under the car.

Mu Yan's eyes shone.

It was a plump calico cat, with a rounded abdomen and a grey body. As soon as it got out from under the car, it looked up and called out at Liu Qianxiu, voice was soft, as if he was familiar with him.

As soon as the cat came out, Liu Qianxiu did not hesitate to stoop down and stretch out his hand and held it in his arms.

The ground was covered with water, and the cat's paws were covered with mud. As soon as it reached his arms, it stepped on his shirt. The mud print on the linen shirt did not seem to bother him at all.

Lin Wei said that he hardly a.s.sociates with people but he seems to treat kittens intimately. Mu Yan looked at Liu Qianxiu holding a cat, his figure was long and straight, like an immortal from the nine heavens looming in the mists, with a sense of nihility. At that moment, Mu Wan really felt like she was seeing an immortal cultivator.

"Is this your cat?” Mu Yan put her elbows on the window frame and looked up at the cat and a man.

Liu Qianxiu looked back from the calico cat in his arms. The woman in the car was so smiling at him very charmingly. Her eyes crinkle with her smile and were bright.

"No, stray cat.”

“I think it's very close to you.” Mu Yan glanced at cat, and the pupils of the cat's eyes had already half closed.

"I feed him sometimes.” Liu Qianxiu said.

The conversation between the two was simple; she asked, and he answered, nothing much.

It seemed it was indeed true that he was as plain as chrysanthemum.

"Do you like cats?” Mu Yan smiled.

“Hmm.” Another simple answer.

(TN: he has Uchiha syndrome xD)

Dealing with this kind of reply, Mu Yan could only shake her shoulders and wrinkled her small face creasing with wrinkles from her laughter.

"Meow~"

It was a short sound, the sound was not too loud, and minglednin with the woman's crisp and charming laughter, giving off a sweetness similar to marshmallows wrapped in chocolate sauce.

The calico was disturbed by her laughter, it's ears moved and opened it's eyes and looked over. And the man behind it, eyelashes slightly raised, gazing at her, his eyes silent, boundless.

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Prestigious family background, special soldier x relying on beauty to commit crime celebrity

Jiang Ge, a cool and elegant character, is known as a cold beauty in the entertainment circle. Her debut was a photo taken with a leopard.

Air filled with sand, under an withered tree, a girl dressed in red muslim stood head to toe opposite a leopard. The girl's eyes was cold and indifferent, and the leopard's eyes was alert and on guard.

When this photo was taken, Jiang Ge was just 18 years old.

Reporter: When this photo was taken, you were only 18 years old. How did you alleviate your fear?

Jiang Ge: A special soldier told me to call for help if I was afraid.

Reporter: Did you call for help?

Jiang Ge: No.

That night, as soon as Jiang Ge entered the house, she was suppressed at the door. The man's body was hot and his skin smelled of sweat after his exercises. Jiang Ge looked up and saw a beautiful face covered with sweat. Before she could speak, she was taken by him into the bedroom.

Soon, behind the closed bedroom door, came the man's coa.r.s.ed voice.

“Good girl, louder.”

TN: ^^ ah~ jiejie that last part was too steamy

White Bunny: when dealing with uchiha syndrome, best to bulldoze your way through, uzimaki style~